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The security guard let Mitch and Adam into the h*******t Museum and the three men went straight to the projection room. All was in order.
Mitch glanced at his watch. “Not sure what time we might be treated to a ghost screening tonight but I’ll stay here if you want to wander around.”
“Thanks, yeah I’d like that,” Adam said. “Yell if you need back-up. I’m sure I’ll hear you, it’s like a tomb in here.”
Mitch turned to the security guard. “Are the screenings still continuing?”
“Every night without fail.”
“What time last night?”
“I wasn’t on last night but the other guard wrote it up at eleven p.m. The latest one we’ve had was midnight and the earliest at six p.m. I’m glad you’re back, it creeps me out.” The sturdy young man shuddered.
Mitch assessed him. The security guard would no
